‘I saw one! That makes six’ I said, pointing out a little ginger cat which is perched on the neighbours fence. My best friend Lily and I used to have competitions, to see who could count the most pets on our street. Life was easy on Marigold street. Lily lived at number seven, and my house was number three. We spent all of our time together, climbing trees, counting cats and playing monolpoly. Sometimes she would try to cheat, but I would catch her out.

I have always been comfortable with numbers, that’s why I’m an accountant. Every day I am given pages, filled with digits and sums, and it’s my job to make sense of them. Just one little zero can mean the difference between a good year and a bad one, and I like being the first to know.

Yet there are some things that you can never see coming. I never knew we were going to have a big earthquake. The year my world was shaken up, I had a lot of questions. Why us? Weren’t earthquakes just headliners in other countries? And when would things get back to normal? My flat had earthquake damage, my best friend moved away, and my childhood home was demolished.

I tried to understand. I knew all of the numbers, and could tell you exactly how big a tremor was to the point-one. But I still didn’t get it. Thirty-seven people died in that earthquake, people just like me. It was a really scary feeling when you realise that you don’t know how many days you have left, or what happens after that. I know it sounds terrible, but I had come to my last resort: God. So I took a look at his book.

It seems that God’s favourite number is seven, he created the whole world in that many days. And he knows the exact number of hairs on my head, even I don’t know that! I could believe all this, until I read a little further. God says that his love for us is without measure, and that we can live with him in heaven, forever. Is that even possible? Just thinking about infinity, I got to thinking it was a very important decision to make. Eventually I came to trust the God who is in control, who knows all the numbers. Now I feel truly safe, and it’s wonderful. I think I know what my new favourite number is.

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This is a delightful read. I feel like I was right there listening to you pour your heart out.

I wonder if you needed the first paragraph. You did do a nice job of transition though. However, if you had started with s description of the earthquake and how it made you feel it might have had a bigger pull. This is just an example: Chills prickled down my spine as I felt the ground rumbling. Something like that might set the pace and then you could go on to describe your fascination with numbers.

I think your take on the topic is creative and fresh. I'm sure the memory is fresh in your mind but I never thought of the Richter Scale as a type of measurement. It clearly is though and you did an excellent job of showing that. I think you have a knack for writing and your testimony is a powerful one. I have no doubt God will use your words in ways you may never know.

Just last month my brother-in-law unexpectantly went to be with the Lord. No warning, no chance to say goodbye, just gone in a moment. The shock of it all is what's hard. Yet, knowing He was a Christian and is in Heaven helps us go on.
Things happen suddenly as you mentioned in your article about the earthquake. But if we are ready to meet the Savior, we don't have to fear the future. Good testimony!

I felt the conversational flow to this piece and felt like I was at the table sharing a cup of coffee with you. So I liked the flow.
If you wanted to spice it up a bit you could draw on a few more of the senses through more detailed descriptions.